Chapter 10-James Rogers

Steve looked at her, his mouth hanging open, unable to think of what to say. After a few minutes, he regained the ability of speech.

"But-I thought you were-you're infertile right?" He spluttered, still trying to grasp what was going on. She simply smiled.

"Big fat lie. They just didn't want us forming bonds. Didn't want us to be distracted from murdering innocent people," She sighed. "I'm 100% fertile." She looked back at him, waiting for a reaction. Steve stood there for a moment, before walking over to her, pressing the autopilot button, and hugging her harder than he had hugged anyone. She wrapped her arms around him, and they stood there for what seemed like hours.

When the Quinjet touched down at HQ, Natasha was bursting to tell everyone the news. Steve smiled, and made his way out, leading the way. When they got inside, they made their way to the intercom.

"Everyone report to the Main Hall," He said, trying to keep his voice calm. "Repeat, everyone report to the Main Hall." He heard the shuffling of feet, and looked over at Natasha. He gave her a thumbs up, and she returned it. They waited about fifteen seconds, before opening the door, and making their way downstairs. When the doors to the Main Hall opened, everyone looked at Steve and Natasha, obviously waiting for some kind of speech. Steve tried as hard as he could to keep a straight face as he spoke.

"We're getting a new member," He said, and immediately everyone cheered.

"Who?" Wanda asked, bouncing on her feet. Steve couldn't keep a straight face.

"James Rogers." It took everyone a minute to process the information, but Wanda screaming, and running towards Natasha to give her a hug that almost knocked her over. Sam smiled, and walked over to Steve, thumping him on the back. Steve could hear Natasha and Wanda excitedly speaking Russian to each other, and tried deciphering it.

He eventually gave up, and started talking to Vision.

"Congratulations." Vision said, smiling. "I thought Natasha was incapable of having children, though…"

"Big fat lie," He repeated her words. Vision nodded.

"I guess we're having another party?" He asked, smiling even more. Steve laughed.

"Oh yeah." He grinned and Vision migrated over to Wanda, hurriedly talking to her in a hushed voice. He swore he heard something about some kind of announcement, but decided to leave them. Sam was talking to Natasha.

"Why'd you name him James?" He was asking.

"Steve told me that Bucky's real name is James, and I love the name, so it stuck." She shrugged, and Sam smiled.

"And what if it's a girl?" He asked, a mischievous smile plastered on his face. Natasha thought for a moment. They had never considered that…

"Then we'll name her Jane." She shrugged again. Steve walked behind her.

"Sounds great." He said, again with no warning. She gasped, and scowled at him.

"Give me some kind of warning next time, Rogers." She said, punching his arm. He laughed.

"Sam, can we…" He gestured between himself and Natasha. Sam nodded.

"Say no more, Cap." He walked over to Wanda and Vision, who quickly started talking about something else. Natasha looked over at them.

"I wonder what they were talking about…" She said, cocking an eyebrow.

"I have a feeling it's the same thing we're about to talk about…" He smiled, and led the way upstairs, to his room. Natasha laughed.

"Not again, Steve. Not until James is old enough to take care of himself." She said, smiling.

"Or Jane is old enough to take care of herself," He said, closing the door behind them and sitting on the bed, patting a spot next to him. "Now c'mon, sit." He realized he sounded just like… Tony. He shook his head, determined to get that thought out.

"What is it?" She asked, sitting next to him.

"I think Wanda and Vision are planning on getting married." He said, looking at her straight in the eye. She gasped.

"You aren't-? No, you can't-are you really-?" She took a minute so she could talk normally. "Steven Grant Rogers, you aren't actually planning on-," She was interrupted by Steve pulling a box from under his bed, and kneeling down in front of her. She opened her mouth to speak, but no words came.

"Natalia Romanoff, will you marry me?"